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Prayer to St. Emily<\/strong><\/p>\n I feel like a girl I have mastered the art There is nothing powder cannot cover I have someone I have someone I have found a man. I am trying out this life <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Phoebe Stuckes<\/strong> is an English student at Goldsmiths. She has been a winner of the Foyle Young Poets award four times. She has performed at the Ledbury Poetry Festival and the Southbank Centre and was commended in the Christopher Tower Prize in 2014<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Prayer to St. Emily I feel like a girl When I\u2019m cutting my nails with kitchen scissors. When I take off my high heels And the pain of it brings me to tears. I have mastered the art Of sleeping through sirens And waking up drunk. I have mastered the art Of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8246","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8246","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8246"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8246\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8248,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8246\/revisions\/8248"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8246"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8246"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8246"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWhen I\u2019m cutting my nails with kitchen scissors.
\nWhen I take off my high heels
\nAnd the pain of it brings me to tears.<\/p>\n
\nOf sleeping through sirens
\nAnd waking up drunk.
\nI have mastered the art
\nOf smearing my eyes in charcoal and glitter.<\/p>\n
\nThere is nothing I cannot swallow.<\/p>\n
\nTo walk me home when it is dark.<\/p>\n
\nTo leave me in the mornings
\nSo I can feel
\nI have invented him.<\/p>\n
\nI do not think
\nI\u2019ll ever marry him but
\nI take what I can get.<\/p>\n
\nLike a strapless dress,
\nAnd it keeps making indents in my ribs.<\/p>\n